His Secret (Sequel to Fibonacci)

Chapter 6 -- Finally

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Derek's POV

Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined that Spencer felt the same way towards me that I do towards him. Not too long after we grew from friends to best friends, I realized that I couldn't ignore my feelings towards him any longer. It was undeniable that I was completely and utterly in love with this man. At the beginning, I was pretty ashamed and wanted to believe that these feelings were not real, but the more time I spend with my best friend, the more I wish we were that and more. I've always been aware that my attraction was not exclusively to women; sure there are some fine ass ladies out there, but I often found myself being attracted to men as well. Never had I ever experienced attraction and a desire to call someone my life partner like I had with him. He was the one for me, and now I know my feelings are reciprocated. Considering our current circumstance, hiding out in his book filled apartment from a serial killer dead set on taking out his revenge on Spencer at any opportunity, this is probably one of the best moments of my life. 

Of course, no one I know is aware of my feelings, aside from Penelope of course. She understood and accepted me since the day I came out to her and told her about my feelings for our friend, which I was met with even more undying support. 

We eventually pulled apart to catch our breathes, our foreheads lightly touching. I took this opportunity to finally speak up, "I've known it was you...for a long time." I tangled my hand into his hair that was getting longer every day. 

He looked as if he was about to cry, a wetness appearing in his eyes, "I can't believe this is real..." 

I smiled, "This is for real....it's about dam time." 

Spencer's POV

I finally had the man of my dreams. For a moment there, I had almost completely forgotten that there was a murderer yearning to 'meet with me'. 

After a while of Derek and I talking about our relationship and making up for a little lost time, we ended up falling asleep in my bed; it was a tight fit, but Derek insisted he sleep with me in my room to keep me...safe and sound. 

It was endlessly silent and completely devoid of light. From touch alone, I could tell that it was not only extremely cold but my hands were wet. That's when I felt the pain. A jabbing pain in my side; reaching down and touching my side, I found the source of  the substance making my hands wet and sticky. It was blood...my blood. I was met with a new sudden surge of pain in my head before I was finally able to see again, though it was getting increasingly difficult now that the wound in my side was beginning to cause my vision to go a bit blurry around the edges. From what I could see, I noticed a blurry figure dart towards me and felt a set of strong arms grab a hold of my body, which seemed a bit lighter than normal...perhaps Jay had gotten to me.

I then heard a muffled voice speak to me, but I would recognize his voice a mile away, "Hey...p-pretty boy stay with me okay! Please no! Come on!......Spencer....please...."

Thankfully, I woke up with a start before that awful situation progressed any further. I looked over to see Derek peacefully sleeping which calmed me down ever so slightly. Nevertheless, I decided to grab a glass of water before attempting to fall back asleep, an effort I knew would be useless. Careful to not wake Derek up, I slid from bed and headed into the kitchen, a shiver traveling up my spine at the sudden coldness. Sudden coldness? 

I was sure I had all of the windows closed...didn't I have the heat on as well? I shrugged off these thoughts eventually as I reached the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard; I had just woken up in a cold sweat after all. Everything was probably fine. 

The water was ice cold traveling down my throat, and I instantly felt much better. As I placed the cup in the sink and turn around to head towards my bedroom, where Derek lay waiting in the warmth of my sheets, I felt something else immediately meet my forehead...a gun was pointed at my head. 

"Miss me, Doctor Reid?"